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E' un momento semplice ma importante perchè ci mette davanti alle conseguenze delle azioni di Saul tanto quanto, in Breaking Bad, ad un certo punto ci eravamo ricordati di quanti crimini Walter White avesse commesso, e di quante vite avesse, direttamente o indirettamente, spezzato. Da Jane a Jesse, da Hank a Steve, passando per il ragazzo in bicicletta e cosi via. Per Saul, che non ha mai direttamente partecipato ad un omicidio, che mai lo ha commissionato, che mai avrebbe voluto farne parte, il discorso cambia ma solo fino ad un certo punto.
Chuck, Howard, Nacho sono o non sono vittime dell'avidità e delle azioni di Saul?

L'impresa sembra impossibile ma, dopo avere ascoltato le parole della vedova di Hank, rivediamo e ritroviamo il Saul che avevamo conosciuto in Breaking Bad, quell'uomo cinico e spavaldo, a suo modo brillante e furbissimo, colui il quale riusciva sempre ad estrarre un fiore intonso da un lago di fango.

Mrs... Mrs. Schrader. The loss that you've suffered, it's unspeakable. I met your husband. A few times. He was a man who stood by his word, and he was very good at his job. He was a straight-shooter. You and he are... victims. And so am I.
Two years ago, a man came into my office. He said his name was Mayhew. He wanted one of my clients to lie under oath. He offered me money. I declined. Any lawyer would. That night, as I was leaving my office, I was attacked. Twomen threw a sack over my head, hog-tied me, and they drove me out into the desert. And when they pulled the hood off, I was kneeling in front of an open grave. With a gun pointed at my head. That was my introduction to Walter White.
From that moment on... there hasn't been a minute that I wasn't afraid. Yeah, I worked for him. I made a lot of money, but that's not why I did it. I did it because I knew what he would do to me if I refused. Over and over, I thought I would go over to the police. I even thought about talking to Agent Schrader, but I knew that Walter White would kill me wherever I was. And I was right. You look it up: October 4, 2009. They murdered ten men inside three prisons in the space of two minutes. Knifed. Throats slashed. A man was burned alive. They even killed one of my colleagues—a lawyer. He was cooperating with the DEA: Daniel Wachsberger. The news said Dan... was stabbed forty-eight times. So, yeah. When it all blew up, I ran. But not from the police. From them. Walter White might be dead, but Jesse Pinkman and the others, they're still out there somewhere. Mrs. Schrader, you are looking at a man who has lost everything. My profession, my family, my freedom. I have–I have nobody. I have nothing
Lo showtime di Saul Goodman ha inizio.

Gilligan e Gould, in questo series finale ci insegnano come la verità abbia molteplici facce a seconda del punto di vista, della prospettiva, dei dettagli che raccontiamo e di quelli che non raccontiamo, delle cose che evidenziamo in grassetto e quelle che lasciamo a piè di pagina. Per un abile storyteller come Saul, piegare una storia, fondamentalmente vera (quella del sequestro ai suoi danni intentato da Jesse e Walt nel deserto 2 anni prima), ai propri scopi.
L'incipit di questa storia (che non a caso non cambierà successivamente nell'aula di tribunale ad Albuquerque) è reale. La posizione che Saul assume in questa sceneggiata, no. Non lo è. Non è vera.
E', però, verosimile.

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Saul asks the prosecutor to bring in Marie Shrader (Betsy Brandt) so that he can improvise what will become the key to reading and understanding what will be Saul's surprising choice in the finale.
Betsy Brandt does a great job, in just a few moments, of bringing us back in mind and heart to Breaking Bad, to Hank. The script is, once again, perfect in portraying Hank's generous and selfless character and soul, allowing us to remember him, allowing us to remember that, at any rate, Saul, without ever getting his hands dirty, was complicit with a man who, in addition to building a drug empire, was capable of killing many men or incidentally causing the death of people like Hank and Steve Gomez, the "good guys" as Marie will call them.
It is a simple but important moment because it puts us in front of the consequences of Saul's actions as much as, in Breaking Bad, at one point we were reminded of how many crimes Walter White had committed, and how many lives he had, directly or indirectly, broken. From Jane to Jesse, from Hank to Steve to the boy on the bicycle and so on. For Saul, who never directly participated in a murder, who never commissioned it, who never wanted to be a part of it, the argument changes but only up to a point.
Are Chuck, Howard, Nacho or not victims of Saul's greed and actions?
And all of Heisenberg's victims, are they not also victims of Saul?
The lawyer, as we said, is back and wants to assert himself, wants to make the best of the seemingly dead-end situation.
The task seems impossible but, after listening to the words of Hank's widow, we see again and again the Saul we had known in Breaking Bad, that cynical and swaggering man, in his own way brilliant and cunning, the one who could always pull an untouched flower from a lake of mud.

Mrs.. Mrs. Schrader. The loss that you've suffered, it's unspeakable. I met your husband. A few times. He was a man who stood by his word, and he was very good at his job. He was a straight-shooter. You and he are...victims. And so am I.
Two years ago, a man came into my office. He said his name was Mayhew. He wanted one of my clients to lie under oath. He offered me money. I declined. Any lawyer would. That night, as I was leaving my office, I was attacked. Twomen threw a sack over my head, hog-tied me, and they drove me out into the desert. And when they pulled the hood off, I was kneeling in front of an open grave. With a gun pointed at my head. That was my introduction to Walter White.
From that moment on... there hasn't been a minute that I wasn't afraid. Yeah, I worked for him. I made a lot of money, but that's not why I did it. I did it because I knew what he would do to me if I refused. Over and over, I thought I would go over to the police. I even thought about talking to Agent Schrader, but I knew that Walter White would kill me wherever I was. And I was right. You look it up: October 4, 2009. They murdered ten men inside three prisons in the space of two minutes. Knifed. Throats slashed. A man was burned alive. They even killed one of my colleagues-a lawyer. He was cooperating with the DEA: Daniel Wachsberger. The news said Dan... was stabbed forty-eight times. So, yeah. When it all blew up, I ran. But not from the police. From them. Walter White might be dead, but Jesse Pinkman and the others, they're still out there somewhere. Mrs. Schrader, you are looking at a man who has lost everything. My profession, my family, my freedom. I have-I have nobody. I have nothing
Saul Goodman's showtime begins.
The monologue, brilliantly delivered by Bob Odenkirk, will be reprised later and take on different meanings and connotations.

The incipit of this story (which not surprisingly will not change later in the courtroom in Albuquerque) is real. The position Saul assumes in this play is not. It isn't. It is not real.
It is, however, verisimilar.
And it is at that moment that a doubt, a hint of fear sets in on the face of Prosecutor Castellano, who has always emerged victorious from his legal battles.
Does Saul Goodman really believe, despite all the overwhelming evidence against him, that he can get away with it?
Does he really expect the jury to believe him?
And that's when comes the feline paw of the con man's ace, the slippin Jimmy evolved into Saul Goodman.
One. All I Need Is One.
All it will take is one juror. All it will take is one person willing to believe him to overturn the verdict, to come out clean, to walk the city again as a free man.

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